The Plainclothes Clown

I sometimes think I need to get my eyes tested.

Occasionally, I wander into my local newsagents, for various reasons. In order to get to the magazines I want to look at, I have to pass by these other magazines. The more specialised ones, catering for niche activities such as horse riding, macrame and sailing. Things like that.

Recently, I spotted a magazine devoted to what I thought was ... well, suffice it to say that I had to take a second glance at the title of the magazine before determining that its title was, in fact, Total CARP.

And people sometimes wonder why I sometimes wander about the streets laughing for no apparent reason ...